a series of unfortunate confessions
summary: after trying to confess to your crush countless times, you finally decided to give up. but then...
pairing: shoto todoroki x reader
warnings: fluff, todoroki is a bit dense, reader is worse than marinette from miraculous
a/n: my friend found my acc so i panicked and privated everything… this is being put here in fear😰
you had been crushing on todoroki for months now. the way his hair split perfectly down the middle, the quiet, almost shy way he smiled—everything about him made your heart race. but you were determined that today was going to be the day. no more pretending. no more overthinking. you were finally going to tell him how you felt.
“i like you. would you like to go out with me?” you rehearsed the line in your head for what felt like the thousandth time as you walked down the hallway toward his usual spot, leaning against the lockers. he was standing there, looking as cool and composed as ever—like he didn’t even realize how much you adored him.
you stopped in front of him, inhaling deeply, straightening your back. this is it.
“hey, todoroki,” you said, trying to sound calm, your voice shaking slightly despite your efforts. “i need to tell you something.”
he glanced at you, tilting his head slightly. “what’s up?”
you took a deep breath. i got this!
you stepped forward with newfound confidence, but why would anything go your way. you tripped over absolutely nothing and into his arms. except this wasn’t a kdrama, and now the only thing left for you to do is to dig 6 feet down from where you stand. the snickers of passing by students did nothing to aid your embarrassment.
“are you ok?” he asked, caring as ever. his stupid, perfect face looking at you with concern and his perfect voice, the way his eyes…
and you’ve been staring for 5 minutes.
you scrambled to your feet, cheeks bright red. “oh yeah i’m great! awesome sauce even..”
“awesome sauce?” the boy repeats after you.
smooth. real smooth. you stand there planning your funeral until he interrupts again.
“-you wanted to say something?” he reminds you.
“oh yeah i wanted to say that i uh- i really like… your hair!”
you stand there shifting awkwardly forgetting how to stand like a normal person.
todoroki blinked, obviously confused. “uh… thanks. i like your shirt?”
your stomach twisted in embarrassment. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go at all.
the best part about texting was the fact that you could sit in front of your phone and reread the text you had typed out for hours before sending it.
the plan was simple really. just text him.
unfortunately you just had to find a way to mess this one up too.
...you pause, wondering if this is a bad idea. but you’re already typing.
“hey todoroki, i need to tell you something important…”
you stared at the screen for a while, reading it over and over. no, that’s too formal. you’re not texting a business partner. so, you deleted it and typed again:
i like you. i really do. please go out with me.
after a second of hesitation, you hit send and put the phone down, avoiding looking at it for a solid minute. you were such an idiot. he was probably going to think you were weird and pushy. you probably ruined everything.
your phone buzzed, and your heart skipped too many beats.
you picked it up and stared at the message, expecting something dramatic.
the message was short and simple.
you blinked at the screen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. you looked at the message again. did you send the wrong one? no. no, this was his response.
what? you typed, feeling a wave of panic wash over you.
todoroki replied even more confused, the note… it’s a grocery list.
your eyes widened in realization. you had mixed up your heartfelt confession with the grocery list you’d written earlier in the day. how could you mess that up?! you quickly texted back:
omg, i’m so sorry!! that was the wrong message. ignore it. i’m dumb.
you groaned, burying your face in your pillow.
his reply came a few minutes later. it’s okay. you don’t need to explain yourself.
you were officially a colossal failure.
attempt #3 was the worst of them all. you had enough of awkward moments and embarrassing mishaps. this time, you weren’t going to let anything stop you. you had prepared yourself, stood in front of him with determination, and blurted out, “i like you!” without thinking.
for a long, agonizing second, todoroki stared at you, his expression unreadable. then he blinked, looking a little puzzled. “oh. you like… my shoes?”
your eyes went wide, and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “no! i mean… yes, your shoes are great, but—”
“oh, thanks. i got them on sale.” he smiled slightly. “glad you like them.”
you felt like your entire world was crashing down around you. this was not happening.
you had tried. god, had you tried.
you tried in the hallway.
you tried over text.
you tried to his stupid, perfect, beautiful face.
and yet, every single time, the universe seemed determined to humble you. at this point, it was personal. you were convinced fate itself was standing in the corner, with a bucket of popcorn, watching you struggle for its own amusement.
so, you did the only thing that made sense. you gave up.
no more stammering, no more overthinking. you couldn’t possibly mess up if you just did not try.
so when todoroki asked you to meet him after class, you weren’t expecting much. maybe he’d ask about homework, maybe he’d comment on the weather—maybe he was about to tell you your latest confession attempt was so bad he had secondhand embarrassment and that if he was you, he'd leave the country.
what you were not expecting was for him to sit next to you, stare straight ahead, and say—
you blinked. once. twice. a third for good measure, but he was still sitting there, looking completely unbothered, like he hadn’t just shattered the fabric of your entire existence.
“you…” you struggled to form a coherent thought. “you what?”
“i like you,” he repeated. casual. effortless. like it wasn’t a big deal. like it wasn’t something you had been agonizing over for months.
you stared at him. he waited.
todoroki was a patient guy, but even he eventually raised an eyebrow. “you’re not saying anything.”
you took a deep breath, attempting to restart your system. “you like me?”
todoroki blinked, tilting his head slightly. “would i have said it if i didn’t mean it?”
you just sat there. completely, utterly stunned.
this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. you were supposed to confess first. you were supposed to have a moment. and yet, here you were—your grand plan ripped away from you before you could even execute it.
you slowly turned to him, eyes squinting. “so you’re telling me… that the whole time i was struggling to confess, you were just sitting there? watching?”
“i had a suspicion,” he admitted, completely unfazed.
oh, you wanted to scream.
you buried your face in your hands. “i can’t believe i spent all this time embarrassing myself, and you knew.”
“i didn’t know for sure,” he said, like that was supposed to make you feel better. “but i figured you’d never actually say it at this rate.”
the audacity. the nerve. you lifted your head, ready to argue—except when you saw him looking at you, amusement barely visible at the corners of his lips, all the fight drained right out of you.
shoto todoroki liked you.
and somehow, despite all the chaos, despite every failed attempt, despite how absolutely stupid this entire journey had been—
even if you had no clue what to do now.
